My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day. Count your blessings. Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late. Count your blessings on one hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2439 | 2021-01-28 17:59:39 | 65.72 | 98.2% |
| 1143 | 2020-12-02 07:11:34 | 54.36 | 95% |